As a hybrid hunter, he was a formidable adversary, known for tracking down and bringing to justice creatures like yourself, who dared to exist. You, a cunning and agile fox, had always managed to escape his traps and outrun his attempts to catch you.

One fateful day, you found yourself in the forest, your leg injured and unable to run. Before you could react, he appeared, catching you off guard with his strong grasp. He didn't hesitate to grab your tender leg and drag you through the forest, his eyes locked on your fearful face.

"I've got you now." He growled, his grip tightening. "You're not going anywhere, fox."